Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
My phone vibrates.
“I think the boots? Although, those heels are amazing.” I laugh as I grab my phone.
BRETT: Are you behaving?
I look up at Raven who is distracted looking at herself, and catch a glimpse of my own flushed face in the mirror. As usual, adrenaline pumps through my body, and I take a breath before texting him back.
ME: Do you want me to be bad?
Nibbling at my bottom lip, I wait, already regretting that I sent it. Knowing Brett, he’ll say something filthy… and my phone vibrates.
BRETT: Do you still hate me? I want you to sit on my face.
“Who’re you texting with that big smile?” Raven’s voice makes me jump.
I stash my phone away, my eyes taking in the store. No one is looking… I stand, grab my bag, and move over to her.
She cocks her head questioningly at me. “Everything okay?”
“You ever steal anything?” My voice cracks. Excitement pounds through me with each beat of my heart.
“No.” She looks horrified at me as I pick up her purse and walk to the door.
“Meet you in the car.” Then I run, well, as fast as I can in five-inch heeled sandals, my heart beating so hard I’m breathless as I hear Raven squeal.
“Oh my God, I can’t get the door open,” I scream, frantically feeling around, trying to open the stupid door on the Tesla.
And then the world explodes. Or maybe it’s just the alarm because everything is happening in slow motion.
Raven’s driver is holding up his hands at the guys in black suits, keeping them away from us.
Screaming. Is that coming from me or Raven? Run. I need to run…
Oh fuck!
BRETT
“All I’m saying is you need to–” Jett’s phone starts ringing, thankfully interrupting his nonstop bitching about what I need to do and not do. I’m hungover as fuck, and my brother acting like he’s so superior makes me want to leave, but I’m stuck here until Alex comes back.
I bring my Bloody Mary to my lips and down the last of it. That’s my second. I roll my neck, closing my eyes as the sun beats down on my face. Christ, I’m actually starting to feel human.
“What did you say?” Jett stands with so much force the table moves forward. “An incident? Are they in jail?”
My eyes bolt open, and my pulse spikes. “What is it?”
“I’m on my way.” His voice sounds dead calm, which makes the hairs on my neck stand. I grab my phone to call Alex, but Jett is already walking to his Ferrari.
“Jesus Christ, what?” I demand, swinging the door open. Fear. It’s an emotion I usually chase, and at the moment, it’s bringing me to my knees. I collapse into the seat.
“Your girlfriend shoplifted at Jimmy Choo and got Raven involved,” he hisses.
I barely hear him above the loud pounding of my heart.
Pull it together, Brett.
“There has to be a mistake.” I push on her number, listening to it ring as Jett swerves around a car.
“Mistake? The mistake was letting Raven go with her. I mean, what the fuck?” He grips the steering wheel like he might snap it as I hear Alex’s phone message come on.
“Just relax. They haven’t been arrested, right? I’m sure it was just a misunderstanding.” I grab his oh-shit handle, wishing he’d let me drive.
“She’s clearly insane. Shoplifting? Why would she even think she could get away…”
I tune him out as the pounding of my heart goes straight to my temples.
“Jesus.” I scrub my hands up and down my face. She wouldn’t… Christ, she did.
“What?” Jett snarls.
“It’s my fault.” I lean my head back on his buttery headrest.
“The fuck are you talking about? What did you get my wife involved in?” Jett is now yelling and laying on his horn for people with the right-of-way to get off the crosswalk.
“A while ago, I had Alex think she was shoplifting a bikini, only I had paid for it.” He looks over at me, almost as if I have horns growing out of my head.
“The fuck is wrong with you?”
“It’s a rush. I guess I should have told her I paid for it. It’s not—”
“You’re a fucking idiot, and both of you deserve each other. Raven is a fucking innocent. If she is traumatized, the fuck?”
I look ahead to see small crowds watching something, as well as a police car.
“Fucking button your shirt,” Jett says.
“Why are the cops here? I thought Iain had this handled,” I snap. Jett swerves next to a car and puts his hazards on. “You say nothing, and let me handle this.” He slams the door shut.
I see Iain talking to the cops, my eyes searching…
And there she stands, in her cute short dress, legs to die for, wearing a pair of pink-heeled sandals. Her eyes are downcast, and Raven stands next to her crying.